Gemotions

The weight lifted. It was as if a heavy cloak, woven from exhaustion and despair, had been snatched away. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, a smile already forming. Michael usually needed to coax his body into motion. Now, he was practically leaping. He felt… invigorated.

A curt message from the hospital. A data entry error. Their records were crossed. He’d received someone else's… well, let’s just say the medication regime they'd prescribed was *very* effective. Michael blinked, then let out a whoop. This was a good thing.